It’s a terrible thing, realizing that you’re out of fashion and there’s nothing to be done about it but suffer the shame of not having enough doodads in the garden.
I thought I would offer a short virtual tour of the various doodads that are here, as well as some other things, since not much gardening can be done on this wet, chilly Saturday afternoon. I didn’t put any of these things here.
My fingers almost froze off, taking these pictures.
P.S. I forgot to mention the other metal dragonfly that flew off into the weeds somewhere. I’ll have to get a metal detector to find it.
Then there are solar lights that work once in a while, some chairs, four bird baths (one heated during the winter), a metal peccary or javelina (it came with piglets but Cindy didn’t want to get them) and a vintage park bench.
That’s it. I estimate the budget for upgrading to the latest fashions at a million or two. I take checks.
The bats! Tell us about the bats! Please…
The bats came from Birdsall & Co. here in Denver, years ago. I think a regional artist had made some, and Cindy fell in love with them right away. She got one, then we went back to get a couple more, then a couple more. She say to me, in her quiet little voice, maybe tugging at my shoulder, “I think I want to go get another bat ….”
There are six altogether. I might have to paint them with black Rustoleum next year; even in this climate steel can rust away to nothing. I hit my head on one every so often.
Bob
Nice garden accessories…but where are the shiny balls that are so de rigeur around here??
There was a shiny ball. Cindy bought this pink thing, covered with speckles. Very unlike her—like me watching a football game–and after she died it sat there, downstairs, never went into the garden, looking totally out of place. I gave it to a neighbor.
Bob